Lyrics:
the back, I attack, when she feelin' lonely (she do)
Red Forgiato's on the wagon, what the world owe me
(The world owe me this)
I got little time, in my hands
breaks through
We'll load up the wagon and set the little one by our side
Take the gold into telluride
I'd like to lay you down on a cannonball bed
Put
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
Clifton get a back pack
With a fat back give give her ass a little slap slap
Hit that lil bitch from the back back with my hat back
Now applaud give her
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
thinking sun
Thinking limes and I'm thinking rum
Thinking maybe you and I move away from the crowd
Got a little room in the back of the house
And the spring breaks through
We'll load up the wagon and set the little one by our side
Take the gold into telluride
I'd like to lay you down on a cannonball
play bout my money
Like I gotta ruger
Told blood he fucked up, I been listening to big Who is Big Jefe Trvp, now I'm back on my bull sh*t
Little big baby
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gocha
You're so contagious, I can't take it have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
to the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal
skip, skip, skip to my lou, skip, skip, skip to my lou
skip to my lou my darling
Little red wagon painted blue, little red wagon painted blue, little red
I got a good bull roped, I got a brand new bell
I got a hot rod pick up truck she can really set sail
Pushing that red line gotta make that show
a little digging for a living in a hard ground
cll back bone, no back down
Take a little dust in my coffee cup
My favorite color's rust
Pure bread red
is
It sure was better back then
Yeah It sure was better back then
Working in the rain beneath surplus tarp
Foreman in the wagon twanging a sad
Blacastan, cleared for launch
(Let's go, Stu)
He's okay, but he's just braggin'
(Braggin')
Seen a nigga roll up in a beat up Volkswagen
(Wagon) walk the red
Pucci
I'm back on the Gucci, I'm back and she wet like jacuzzi
I'm back with a three piece, I'm back with the Uzi
I'm back with the shooters, red
days down the new cut road
Coleman's little sister said you better act right Coleman
Daddy's gone to Louisville he'll be back tonight
He's gonna get
wagons
So no remorse, I'm about the fetti
Had a few horses come by the telly
Eating each other, they get some credit
Got commas on commas, I'm really ready
paddy wagons
So no remorse, I'm about the fetti
Had a few horses come by the telly
Eating each other, they get some credit
Got commas on commas, I'm
eyelids glued shut
She keeps giving me
A hard time because
She thinks she saw me
Coming back to life
So I go and lock the door
In a little back room
Of this
and kinda put him on
And we knew he liked our little stray somehow
Well he taught him how to heard the horses and learned to know 'em all
And to get 'em in by
burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.
I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back
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